(Clear skies, clear roads.)
As much as it is highly interesting to slowly arrive in California, it is as painful to leave at the same pace. While you tear through the striped black stuff, the place that you found to be so awesome erodes away in front of your eyes at a painfully slow pace.
That's what I thought too. What could possibly go wrong?
If you take the due care and plan things out, things will not fall apart by the virtue of your own hand, but something must go wrong. That means that the environment around you will take the responsibility of throwing some stones in your direction.
The latter is something that also pesters the inhabitants of the windy peninsula: traffic.
And it was a Saturday. Mid-day.
I assumed it was because everybody wanted to drive on the main streets. However, every hour or so I was blessed with a look through an intersection, which very clearly explained to me that street type had nothing to do with it.
Despite all indications to abandon the PCH stretch that conquers the city and just take the I-5 like sane people, we pressed on. There was a rusty old bridge to see, which (as I may have mentioned a month or two ago) doesn't toll you on the way out.
The bridge builders thought ahead, though, and built three lanes in each direction, since they assumed that with time, the bits of land on either side would become more populated, and therefore collectively need more space to drive on. Plus, building another bridge (or expanding an existing one) would be expensive and ugly.
Unfortunately (again), they did in fact die and the population outgrew the bridge. I heard somewhere that this warped the brain of the opening ceremony choreographer, but don't quote me on it...
Successfully crossing the bridge takes you to some of SF's better neighborhoods (read: SF's North Van) and then to a rainbow tunnel. Never forget where you are located...
Some more roads later, night fell and we switched from being in 'Californio' terrain to the land of the Adult Shops.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must adjust my brain to tomorrow's impending return to a place whose mask collection is more vast than LA's...
And yes, that is a colossal RV towing a Hummer.
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